Untitled - WIP
A bard sings a song, so sad and long,
that it stings the heart of man...
No more lust from the bust of the woman,
that once sinned for him...
To fall in love,
Is to feed the dove,
Who floats so peacefully...
But that world's destroyed,
As gunshots are heard,
Bringing death upon tranquility.
When you run, you trip,
And the land gives in,
To the demand of the wicked and cruel.
For the love of God, I'll protect my dove,
And I'll take a bullet for you.
We never imagined to end up like this,
Such a sad song this bard has to sing,
But let there be merriment...
For there is no more darkness or fear,
And we'll die together here,
Clasping hands so recklessly.
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I dunno, seems kinda cheesy imo. But, more to come later.
Peace.